"Oh, yes there you are. Clarence I need you to polish up your wings as I have a new assignment for you."

"Ah, gee whiz, can't you find someone else? You know it's been years since you had me go down there and I just don't know if I could handle it again."

"Now Clarence, you need to have more confidence in yourself. You should know by now that there is nothing that I ask of you, that you can't handle. Maybe, you should go brush up on some of those passages I wrote down all those years ago."

"Now, come over here and take a look at what is going on these days in Pottersville."

Clarence reluctantly went over and looked down at the earth. It had changed since he last saw it and it frightened him greatly.

"What happened to it? What are all those tall buildings doing there? Where is the five and dime store, the bank, George's house?"

"George's small modest home is gone, replaced by large homes to accommodate all the possessions that people have bought on credit. Now, I want you to take a close look inside the house and tell me what you see."

Clarence had to squint really hard to see, as he had lost his readers years ago.

"Well, I see a big empty house, with four no make that five bedrooms. Wait a minute, I see some kids in there. Yes, yes, there they are, hiding in their rooms."

"Who are they God?"

"Why, they are George's great-grandchildren. That's George Junior the Third in the first room."

"Why are they all in separate rooms? Where are their parents? Who is looking after them? Where's the piano?"

"Whoa, slow down Clarence let me see if I can explain things to you. Both parents have to work now. The children are left all alone to fend for themselves. They play on computers, iPhones, iPads, iPods, and the HDTV with Blue Ray technology replaced the piano years ago."

"Well, who cooks their meals, cleans their clothes, reads to them, and helps them with their assignments?"

"They microwave their food, wear dirty, baggy clothes, listen to books on tape, and cheat on their homework."

Clarence mouth dropped open and he had to use his hand to get it to close.

"Now come and take a closer look. What do you see?"

Clarence could hardly make out what he was seeing; rubbing his eyes in shock, he turned to God.

"I'm not sure what to make of it."

"Potterville is now a big city, with an airport, shopping malls, freeways, movie houses, bus stations, nightclubs, casinos, bars and lounges, dance clubs, and large government buildings were politicians waste tax payer's money on pet projects."

"Hey, what are those people doing, they're running into that store and taking things off the shelve?"

"That's what they call a "flash mob" they text message each other and agree to meet at a store and they all run in and steal things."

"Oh, no look God over there. That building is up in flames, and cars are on fire. There must have been some kind of horrible accident."

"No, Clarence, this is no accident. These young people are angry with their government and the laws they make. They are rioting and protesting for their freedoms and rights."

Clarence was filled with fear and began to tremble at the thought of being in the middle of the mob.

"Oh, look God, those young people are heading into watch a movie of some sort. Oh, no what are they watching, what are they doing, I can't stand to look."

"They are watching a move that is full of sexually immorality and are buried deep in their own decadence and debauchery."

"Oh, God what has man done, this no longer looks like a "Wonderful Life" please do not send me down there."

"But, Clearance I need you down there. I need you to make a difference in just one life. I need you to protect and guard those children from the dangers before them. To help them make wise decision and to guide them in the Spirit of love and truth. As you can see, out there in the world they will not get such guidance."

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I didn't notice the title at first but still recognized the angel and the town. You did a great job with continuing the story. It's sad that there is so much truth in it.
Small editing note Usually someone would be George Junior OR George the third but not both.

Very creative and imaginative, to write your own sequel to the movie, “A Wonderful Life” The truth vividly messaged in this is powerful, though very sad indeed! Outstanding writing and imagery here! Great job!

A very 'Capra'vating, creative approach to the topic. A couple of grammar glitches dent the effect, but only slightly.
I like your imagery and energy, and I would have enjoyed seeing how the angel disarmed some of those who were destroying their town, but overall, great job.